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In this story
-Mitchie was 15 when she went to camp
-Shane didn't think she could handle the pressure of Hollywood, so he broke up with her
Shane's Point of View
It had been almost 3 years since I saw Mitchie. I know I shouldn't have broken up with her, but I couldn't stand it if Hollywood ruined her.
"Shane, I think it's time you go see Mitchie." my best friend, and brother, Nate told me.
"Why? She probably hates me." I hadn't been myself since I broke up with her. I wasn't a jerk, just depressed.
"The next town we stop in is Mitchie's town. We know what house she lives in and you are going to talk to her. That's final." even though Nate was a year younger than me, he still acted like a father figure.
"Fine." I drifted off to sleep on my bunk in the bus. I woke up to Jason running around saying something about birdhouses.
"Jason, be quiet." I yelled as I threw a pillow.
"SHANE TEN MINUTES TILL WE LEAVE!" I rushed out of bed and got dressed. I knew Mitchie liked my hair curly, so I left it like that. The three of house left the bus and walked to the house we knew so well. Only one problem, the house was burned to the ground.
